Chapter 5: Taste of her blood
Magnus looked at her through the mirror, she had her eyes shut tightly, feeling nervous. The fangs which had touched only the surface of her skin, he withdrew them slowly and lifted his face.
Alora opened her one eye and looked at his reflection. Why was he not biting her? "What happened, Your Highness?" she inquired. Fear of being abandoned by him too engulfed her. "Do I need to do something?" She turned to face him, wondering why he suddenly got silent.
"I don't wish to drink from you," Magnus said.
"Why?" Alora started doubting if he already had decided to throw her out. Quickly she got on her knees and lowered her head. "Please don't ask me to leave from here, Your Highness. You are the only one whom I can talk with. I don't have to feel scared around you. I beg you," she pleaded in her humble tone.
Magnus got down on his knees, his left hand rested on his left knee and he pulled her chin up. "Alora, you aren't leaving anywhere. I asked you a question before you urged me to drink from you," he reminded her. "How did you come to Elmswood?" He questioned again.
Withdrawing his hand from under her chin, he stood up. "Stand up and come out," Magnus stated and went out of the dressing room.
Alora got on her feet and rushed outside. She saw Magnus was seated on the chaise with his one leg over the other. "Let me be clear. I want truth only. It will take me a second to snap your neck and kill you if you lie," he warned her.
"Your Highness, because of me my sister's marriage couldn't happen. So, my family and I decided that I should live here in Elmswood in my father's old house. However, last night a werewolf attacked our caravan, killing everyone," Alora truthfully told him.
"And how did you get saved?" Magnus queried.